I'm reading Emma for about the 50th time, and got to the part where Emma thinks of Harriet, "the girl who could be gratified by a Robert Martin's riding about the country to get walnuts for her might very well be conquered by Mr. Elton's admiration." Such a brilliant way to highlight how wrong Emma is. Robert Martin went three miles out of his way to get walnuts for Harriet just because she happened to mention she liked them, at a time when three miles was no small distance. Elton sat around comfortable rooms flattering women.